I live in a cookie-cutter family. My parents are happily married and are very nice people. Yet I can't stand living with them. I know I'm taking things to hard because that the selfish brat I am, but I don't know, I'm getting so tired of them being so quick to accuse me and brush off my feelings.

I have a number of problems with them, such as the fact I've been told multiple times that nobody cares what I think or say. They yelled at me every time I had an anxiety attack, which then escalated into banning me from stuff because I "couldn't get a grip on myself." I have really bad touching compulsions that my mom gets mad at me for, claiming I'm doing it for attention. I'm terrified to ask her to take me somewhere for an OCD screening although I exhibited a lot of the symptoms, because I know she'll just yell at me for being concerned. When I kind of hint that I have a low self-esteem, one that's driven me to contemplate suicide at times, they just tell me that I'm hurting their feelings for feeling like that because they're good parents.

And I know I deserved being called names in certain situations, but when I go to them for help, they just call me arrogant and snobby and so on. I have really bad loneliness issues and when I want to tell my mom how bad I feel, she starts listing off all my flaws and tells me it's my fault no one likes me. No consolation, no advice on what I should do. I've tried reaching out to others, I've tried listening, I've tried so many things, yet I still don't have friends and she just says I deserve it.

It's gotten to a few points where my dad has almost hit me and my mom tells me she wishes I wasn't her daughter. I'm not normally combative in nature, possibly because I'm too scared of people to disagree, but I do have a tendency to argue with them more than any other person, but I'm not calling them names or anything. It's honestly the other way around (i.e. one fight we had I was nicely explaining to them why I was tired that morning and I could still go to bed normally, but neither of them would let me explain and ended up yelling at me and calling me things until I was crying which prompted them into tell me to suck it up and calling me more things).

They don't even respect my personal boundaries. I can't stand being touched, yet they continue to touch me in the places I hate most and act offended when I ask them to stop. They've called me weird and told me there's something wrong with me when I tried explaining that being touched makes me uncomfortable, threatening to take me to a psychiatrist just because of it.

I've really wanted to move in with my grandparents, who sense something wrong and already offered me a place to stay a few times. And I know this is incredibly selfish, but I want to take them up on it. I know, I know, I'm the ungrateful, insensitive brat like my mom keeps telling me I am. I know I shouldn't be such a bad person about this whole thing, because this really is all my fault. I guess my main question is, why does this all get to me? Why am I not happy at home? It's really bothering me. I've ended up sitting in my room for 10+ hours a day because I want to avoid them. Why do I dislike them so much? Is this just another dumb teen thing or what?